Hall of Mercy

The thin lips like willow leaves parted lightly: "Take a good rest." His warm breath fell on my shoulders, and I couldn't help but move elsewhere.

My mind was spinning like a hot wheel, and I thought of many possibilities in an instant. I was even ready to say that I don't want to have too close contact with strangers...

But it turned out that I was just thinking too much, Xiujue covered me with a quilt, took one look at me and left.

After watching him leave, I panted heavily and lay down on the bed with big characters, my mind went blank.I couldn't help but raise my hand to cover my skin, it was smooth and tender, looking like it could be broken by blowing bombs.

Suddenly a strong feeling came to my heart, I had to retrieve my memory, as if something was lingering in my mind.

Quietly pushed away the bedding, sneakily put on the coat like a guilty thief, and put the hood up on my head, covering my unusually treacherous silver-white hair and pure golden eyes.

I carefully took out the small box Xiujue gave me. After opening it, it was fragrant and the pink paste was silky and smooth.I don't know how to use this thing. I twisted it a little and wiped it on my face casually. I picked up the bronze mirror and looked at myself. It comes out with a gentle outline and some fortitude.

I had a quick glimpse of myself in my reflection in the lake last night, and I knew I looked extraordinary.

But I seem to have seen something brighter and clearer reflecting my appearance somewhere. That thing is like water, but it is more stable than water.

These things that flashed through my mind from time to time made me even more desperate to track down what I had lost.

The wind penetrated into the room and knocked down the candle holder next to the copper mirror. The candle was separated from the candle holder and scraped off some wax shavings.I arranged the candles, straightened the candlesticks, tightened my hat, wiped the rouge off my face vigorously, and got up to leave the room.

It's windy outside, so hold on to your hat.

Along the way, people's laughter and laughter echoed in my ears, and I would be very envious of them.They look very ordinary and live a very simple life.

Looking at the people coming and going, I stopped unconsciously at the corner of the street, quietly looking at the scene in front of me.

The smiles on their faces are so beautiful.Maybe that's something I'll never get to.

The sea of ​​people is vast, where is my place?

I have never been to Lianyun Country, but I feel a very familiar smell.

I subconsciously turned my head to look at the alley on the right. The inside of the alley was completely opposite to the street outside. It was decadent and barren. He looks very healthy and vibrant.

With a trace of hesitation, I walked into the alley.

I wandered around in the alleys, only to find out later that I was walking around in the same place all the time.This must be a very weird thing, and I suddenly regretted coming into this alley.

No matter how many times you walk and how many directions you change, every alley is exactly the same, even the cabbage scattered on the ground has not changed in shape or color.

I shivered, the temperature seemed to be getting colder and colder, and the air was getting colder.Just as I was wondering why there wasn't a trace of flowing wind blowing, a strong wind suddenly knocked my hood over violently like a powerful big hand.

The long silver-white hair danced wildly in the wind, and a few strands of hair brushed against my cheeks, making me painful, as if I had eaten a few whips abruptly.

I brushed my hair aside in a panic, my footsteps were chaotic, and I even bumped into the wall several times. Finally, the wind stopped.

Looking up at the plaque above my head, there was a word on it - "Bu", which was written so elegantly that I almost didn't recognize it.

Under the eaves of the door hung two strings of lanterns made of purple paper.

Does anyone hang purple lanterns?All the lanterns along the way are red.

The lantern swayed leisurely along the breeze, which seemed to calm my inner fear and anxiety a little.

They come, the security.

I mustered up the courage to push open the tightly closed mahogany door. There was not even a lock on the door, but a force gushed out from the door, preventing me from pushing the door open.This force is very gentle, very light, without any sense of oppression, but it seems to have rubbed my strength to push the door into the door.

I tried it many times, but it was the same. No matter how hard I tried, it seemed like I was pushing the air.If it weren't for the rough feel of this mahogany door that I couldn't ignore, I might have mistakenly thought that I was really not pushing the door.

"Little girl, don't you know how to knock on the door?" A calm and glamorous voice came from inside the door, and I immediately stopped what I was doing, pretending to be calm in embarrassment, and knocked on the door.

The mahogany door opened without a sound, I thought I would hear a harsh creak.